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King Xuan's eyes lit up when he heard Shang Yiqing's words. He almost jumped in delight. "So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

When Fang Zinan saw that King Xuan had gone crazy again, he knew that he had always been unruly and disapproving.

Yet, King Xuan looked steadily at Xiao Tianyi and said with all his happiness and hope, "Don't worry. I will definitely find a good family for Lady Ying Ying. Regardless of the family background or appearance, they are definitely worthy of Lady Ying Ying."

Xiao Tian Ying lowered her head when she heard this and glanced at Fang Zi Nan from the corner of her eyes. Fang Zi Nan didn't seem to care and she finally felt relieved.

Shang Yiqing clapped his hands and laughed, "Since you wish for King Xuan to put it this way, I shall leave this matter to you, Prince Rong!"

Duke Xuan stood up and laughed loudly as he faced the flowing waterfall. He was suddenly filled with pride. "Today's drinking is so enjoyable!" As he spoke, he turned around and asked, "Which one of you has a sword on you?"

Fang Zinan was stunned. "You want a sword?"

"I do!" Since the last assassination attempt, Shang Yiqing had become more cautious. She would carry a sword with her whenever she went out, and with a flick of her wrist, she pulled out a sword from her bosom. With a whistle, the sword flew out of its scabbard, its blade green in color.

It was a small jadeite sword with a pearl embedded in it, a very sharp sword in its bosom.

Shang Yiqing was obviously happy to receive it. She scolded, "Got it."

Just as Fang Zinan was about to stop his, he saw a flash of green light and the sword had been thrown to King Xuan.

King Xuan reached out his hand to catch it.

Ying Ying asked in surprise, "What does Duke Xuan want to do?"

Before he finished speaking, King Xuan had already drawn his sword. The sword light flashed, and the azure light appeared. Wherever the sword passed, sword winds would rise. When the sword was raised, it seemed to carry a whistling sound.

Ying Ying's expression froze.

The sword in King Xuan's hand was thrusting towards the waterfall. The sword's grip became steadier as splashes of water flew in all directions. The momentum was very strong. Although this was only a branch of the waterfall that splashed into the spring, the momentum was not small. As soon as the sword stabbed into the water, the water immediately filled the entire body of the sword. The jade color was soaked through, but the hand holding the sword was as firm as a rock. Then the sword was slowly retracted, inch by inch, inch by inch.

Then, he saw King Xuan brandishing the sword in his hand, facing the precipice of the waterfall and dancing the sword. The first sword dance had caused water to splash everywhere from the attack, even his body had been drenched by the clear spring water, but he did not care, did not care at all. Every time he used a move, he would shout loudly, accompanied by the sound of flowing water. The sound was actually like a clap of thunder. When his sword technique was displayed in the clear waterfall, it seemed very much like he was pouring ink into it, rather than performing a sword dance. Clearly, he was extremely happy in his heart, which was why he did this.

Shang Yiqing asked, puzzled, "King Xuan looks very happy. Is he crazy when he's happy?"

"My third brother has always been unruly, this is nothing!" Fang Zinan looked at King Xuan indifferently, then looked at Ying Ying with a thoughtful expression.

"What is it that is worthy of you being so happy?" Ying Ying asked.

"Ask him yourself!" Fang Zinan replied with a faint smile.

After King Xuan Wu finished with his sword, he returned to his seat at the table. His body was almost completely drenched, and there were also droplets of water on his face. He looked extremely pleased with himself, with a smile that could not be concealed at the corners of his eyes, anyone could see that he was very happy.

"Good sword art!" Ying Ying praised him wholeheartedly. She had watched her big brother practice his swordsmanship since she was young, and now that she had witnessed King Xuan dance with his sword to his heart's content, she was immediately infected by his heroic spirit.

Just as King Xuan was about to sit down, he heard Ying Ying's words and slammed his hand on the table. "If Ying Ying likes it, how about I dance a little more?"

"Look at you, getting wet, I think it's better if you don't want it!" Ying Ying shook her head repeatedly. Although the sun had risen, the autumn air was still slightly chilly.

This was just a casual remark of courtesy. When it entered King Xuan's ears, he actually felt that it was very enjoyable. He smiled at her and said, "Alright, since Ying Ying has spoken, I'll listen to whatever you say."

"Come, let's drink some more." Fang Zinan pushed the wine jar in front of King Xuan.

King Xuan grabbed the wine jar and gulped it down. After the jar was finished, he wiped the wine from his lips: "Good wine, good wine, good wine, beautiful scenery, nice people, it's really a good thing."

The four of them drank from noon all the way until evening. When they walked, Hou Hou was a little lopsided, and his eyes were hazy with drunkenness. He could no longer clearly see the road beneath his feet.

"Prince Rong, you take the wangfei and go back first. I'll send Ying Ying back to her house."

"Then I'll be troubling Third Brother!" Fang Zinan turned around to help Shang Yiqing onto the horse, hopped on the horse himself, and cupped his hands towards King Xuan. "Then I'll have to trouble you, third brother. I'll take my wife with me."

Seeing the two of them turning around the path, Ying Ying nodded her head and said, "Let's go."

Because she had drank too much, her eyes were bright and clear. The slight redness from the alcohol made her cheeks red like rouge, and because she had sat under the waterfall for so long, her clothes were completely soaked.

As King Xuan looked at her slender back, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pity. How could he not be moved by such a refined woman and her moving charm?

The two of them walked along the small road towards home. Halfway through the journey, a cool breeze blew by, and half of the alcohol in Duke Xuan's body was blown away by the wind. When he looked at Xiao Tianyi's face again, which was as soft as an orchid's, he only looked at her and didn't even look at the road beneath his feet.

With a "tch" sound, King Xuan fell forward, almost falling off his horse. Luckily, he had some martial arts skills, so he didn't make a fool of himself in front of Ying Ying and landed on the ground.

Ying Ying tightened her horse and asked with deep concern, "What's wrong with you?"

King Xuan looked at the horse's hooves and laughed involuntarily, "This is called a horse having lost its hooves. It is only focused on moving forward and does not look at the road beneath its feet. The horse's hooves have been twisted."

"Then what should we do?" Ying Ying looked at the gray sky. If she didn't return soon, the sky might turn dark.

"It's too late, you should leave first." King Xuan lowered his head to look at the white horse and said to Ying Ying.

Ying Ying rolled her bright eyes and looked at the white horse as she asked, "Then … "What about you?"

King Xuan was startled. He was used to roaming the world, so he hadn't avoided any complaints. The men and women were not even afraid of each other, much less riding together. However, when Xiao Tian Ying asked this question, King Xuan became bashful.

"Me? I'll walk back. "

"How can that be …" There's still so far to go. " Ying Ying said faintly.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." King Xuan calculated, "My footsteps are fast, I can catch up. The capital is just ahead."

At that moment, the horse under Ying Ying's feet raised its front hooves and let out another cry, as if to urge its master.